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Disclaimer: Home Improvement belongs to Wind Dancer Productions and
Touchstone Television. This story is not-for-profit but I own it.

Date: 10/09/2008

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Voyurism, female solo sex, male solo sex, male/female sex, strong
language

Category: Het

Pairing: Brad/f

Feedback: Yes, I want feedback.

Archive: Yes

Summary: After his parents leave to go to a Halloween party that Tim's friend
is throwing at a hardware store, Brad goes to a rave at an abandoned house
and meets a lonely girl looking for her parents.

Other Notes: This AU story is a birthday gift for Zachery Ty Bryan -- who was
born on the Nineth day of October, 1981 -- and an answer to one of PEJA's
Improv Challenges.

Dedication: Happy 27th Birthday to Zachery Ty Bryan and Happy Halloween to
all of my family and friends! -- ATK 2008
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Home Improvement: The Mysterious Rave Crasher
by Andrew Troy Keller ([email protected])

Hi, my name is Brad Taylor and ever since my parents who happen to be known
as Tim 'The Tool Man' Taylor and his wife Jill had moved themselves into the
very house within the suburb of Detroit, Michigan that we are still living in
and allowed themselves to make a wonderful home out of it -- inspite of the
fact that my dad is actually a klutz around tools and each and every time he
gets himself in an accident either at home or at the 'Tool Time' set, he has
to be taken to the hospital for treatment -- and raise me and my two younger
brothers Randy and Mark inside that very house.

Anyway, this story is actually about what had happened to me on one Halloween
night and it had involved an encounter that was -- believe it or not -- on
the weird side. You see, it was after my mom had gotten herself up on a
nice-enough October 31st morning, poured herself a cup of coffee, opened the
latest edition of the newspaper known as The Detroit News, looked at the
weather section and allowed this depressed look to appear on her face like
she was about to say, "Oooohhhh, noooohhhh! Why me?"

And of course, that was before my dad had walked down the stairs, gazed his
eyes upon the same weather section, let out a big smile and said, "Whoa,
yeah! Not a single drop of rain for tonight! It looks like we're going to
that Halloween party that a certain Mister Harry Turner is going to be
throwing at his hardware store after all, Jill!"

And after he had started doing his little victory dance in the living room,
Mom had let out a moan of depression, looked at my dad and said, "But I was
hoping that we should stay home and watch the latest episode of 'Ghost
Whisperer' on CBS-TV tonight!" only to have Dad turn his head towards Mom
and said, "Look, Jill. I really do understand how much you like that show.
But let's face the facts. That show is way too mundane for the one festive
yearly holiday like Halloween. I mean, I really do admit that it has a few
cobwebs on it. But to tell you the truth, I would rather the Detroit Lions
suck at this season's Super Bowl game than watch that show."

Well, to tell you the truth, it really was a good thing that Mom was also
unable to talk me and/or my brothers into watching that one show on WWJ-TV
Channel 62 and that was because Randy had decided to stay in his room and
finish a science project for school and Mark had volunteered himself to
manage the latest haunted house that Dad had put together with his own two
hands.

As for me, a certain best friend of mine whose name happens to be Jason had
invited me to go to this big rave that he and his other friends were throwing
at an old mansion-type house that has been abandoned since 1960 and I had
allowed myself to say 'yes'. But of course, I had to wait until both of my
parents had left to go to that party at Harry's hardware store with my dad's
'Tool Time' partners Al Borland and Heidi Keppert before it was finally okay
for me to get into my own car and head myself over to that rave.

And as soon as I had arrived at that rave party and noticed that everyone
else were dancing to the tunes from the radio that Jason had tuned in to
94.7 WCSX which happens to be the one radio station whose slogan happens to
be 'The Motor City's Classic Rock Station', I had looked around the entire
party room and tried to find myself the right babe to dance with before I
had turned my eyes toward this one doorway and noticed that a hot-looking
doe-eyed babe with dark hair and wearing a costume that had resembled a
girl's old catholic school uniform had stepped into the room.

And after I had taken a good look at her eyes and noticed how confused she
really was, I had walked myself over to the dark-haired babe, cleared my
throat and said, "Hi, I'm Brad Taylor. I suddenly have a feeling that you're
not one of these party-goers in here. Maybe I could you find whatever it is
that you're looking for. But before we do, could you tell me what your name
is?"

And as soon as she had looked at me and allowed a small smile to appear
on her lips, the mysterious rave crasher had let out a small giggle and
answered, "But of course, Brad. My name is Jessica Willingham and I really
am sorry for appearing here at your party so misty-eyed. It's just that I
was hoping to find my mother and father in here and apologize for saying
such nasty things to them. Could you please help me find them, Brad?"

And after I had given that idea some thought and nodded my head in response
to that question, both Jessica and I had stepped out of the party room and
started looking around the rest of the house for her parents, only to find
out that all of the other rooms in the house had all looked the same and that
had caused the look of flat-out fear to appear in poor Jessica's eyes.

That was before she had rushed herself into one of the upstairs rooms and I
had rushed my curious self into that same room just in time to discover that
she had began crying her eyes out and said, "I don't understand!Why did they
do this? I really didn't mean to be a bad girl! I just want them to listen to
me, that's all!" before I had wrapped my gentle arms around poor Jessica,
took a deep breath and answered, "I really don't know why this had happened
to you, Jessica. But there's no need for you to become depressed and that's
because you were able to find yourself a new friend. And he's giving you a
nice friendly hug right now."

And after she had looked at me and noticed the small smile on my face,
Jessica had wiped the tears from her eyes and allowed herself to take a deep
breath, say 'thank you' to me in a soft voice and give me a nice friendly hug
just before we had stared at each other's eyes for about a minute or two and
kissed each other ever so deep and passionately on the lips.

That had also caused the both of us to strip all of our clothes off and
stare at each other's wonderfully-built bare-ass naked bodies before she
had started pumping two of her fingers in and out of her hot, wet pussy
and carressing her own tits with the other hand and I had began stroking
my stiff cock just in time for me to move myself closer to Jessica and
start licking all over her nude body -- all the way down to her hot and
moist snatch and carressing her firm breasts.

And after she had placed her hands on my bare shoulders and said, "Aaaahhhh,
yeeeessss! That's it! Do it, Brad! Touch me! Touch me there! Suck my wet
pussy dry! Aaaahhhh!" both Jessica and I had laid our nude bodies on the
floor and I had turned myself around and allowed her to start sucking on my
stone hard dick and that had caused me to suddenly realize that I was able
to enjoy each and every minute of experiencing the one thing that I had never
experienced with anyone like Jessica before which happens to be pure and
untamed sexual pleasure.

And of course, that was before I had placed my stiff cock inside her asshole,
started blowing my hot breath on the nape of her bare neck and used each of
my hands to carress both her stiff mounds and hot, moist snatch and that had
caused a sexually-charged Jessica to place one of her hands on my bare
shoulder and the other hand on my bare arm and yelled at the top of her
lungs, "AAAAHHHH, YES! THAT'S IT! DO IT, BRAD! TOUCH ME! FUCK THE LIVING SHIT
OUT OF ME! MAKE ME WANNA CUM! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!"

And after the both of us had started moving ourselves harder and faster and
continued to do so until we had both came, collapsed due to exhaustion and
fallen asleep with our naked arms in a lover's embrace, I was unaware that
Jason had stepped out of the party room, looked around the rest of the house
for me and yelled, "HEY, BRAD! WHERE THE FUCKING HELL ARE YOU? I'VE FOUND
SOME BABE TO DANCE WITH YOU!"

And as soon as that had woken me out of my little nap, I had looked around
the entire room and discovered that Jessica had somehow disappeared and I was
the only one who was laying bare-ass naked on the floor and that had made me
realize that there was something really weird going on at that place and I
might need to get the answers from the only one who might help me find them.

And so, after I had finally made it home from that rave party, I had walked
myself over to the backyard fence and asked, "Say, Wilson? Are you home? I
need to ask you something!", our very own helpfull and friendly neighbor had
stepped out of his house, looked at me with a big smile on his face and said,
"Well, hi-de-ho, Taylor lad. May I ask what do you need my input for?"

Then, after I had told him about the sexual experience that I had with a
beautiful young dark-haired babe whose name happens to be Jessica Willingham,
Wilson had placed his gentle hand on my shoulder, let out a sigh and said,
"Brad, I really don't know if you have an open-enough mind to believe this.
But since you had asked me for my input, I might as well go ahead and tell
you about what happened to a poor young dark-haired girl back in 1960. You
see, as soon as she had came home from a girl's catholic school all depressed
and told her parents that she does not wish to go to that school anymore, the
only thing that her mother and father had done was tell her that she was just
being a spoiled brat and still going to that school. And as soon as they had
also told the poor girl that they did not wish to hear another word of it,
she had ran herself up the stairs and into her bedroom which was where she
had cried her eyes out and realized that the whole world had hated her. And
as soon as she had also decided to do the world a favor, she had placed a
chair underneath a ceiling lamp, tied one end of a homemade hangman's noose
to that lamp and placed the other end around her neck. And then, after she
had taken one last deep breath and said a final tearful 'goodbye' to the rest
of the world, that poor girl had kicked the chair away and that had caused
her to choke herself to death. And of course, as soon as they had heard the
sound of the chair being knocked down, the girl's parents had walked up the
stairs and into her room to have a talk with their bratty daughter. But as
soon as they had opened the door and shockingly discovered that poor little
Jessica Willingham had choked herself to death via a homemade hangman's
noose, both of her parents had looked at each other with tears running down
their cheeks and fear within their eyes... and that was because they had
finally realized that poor Jessica was actually trying to reach out to her
own parents for love and comfort, only to have them turn their backs on her.
In short, Brad. You had allowed yourself to have sex with a girl of a truly
ghostly nature."

THE END!


    

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